MARIE NORA MONGEON

Nora Mongeon, age 96 of Dunseith, died Sunday March 24, 2013 in a Rugby hospital. Funeral services will be held on Monday April 1, 2013 at 10:00 A.M. in the St. Michael’s Catholic Church in Dunseith. Burial will be at the Pre St. Marie Cemetery in Tisdale, SK. A wake will be held on Sunday beginning at 7:00 P.M with a prayer service at 8:00 P.M. in the Church

Nora Mongeon, a daughter of Emile and Emelda (Grenier) Casavant, was born on July 9, 1916 at St. Dennis, Saskatchewan. At a young age she moved with her family to the Tisdale District where she attended Arpsville School. In October 17, 1934 she was married to Lawrence Tremblay at Tisdale, SK. After their marriage they moved to a farm north east of Archerville SK. It was here that she helped log trees and farm with her husband. On June 8, 1969 Lawrence passed away. On August 8, 1970 she married Roland Mongeon and they moved to a farm two miles south of Dunseith. The lived there until 1987 when they moved into Dunseith where she has resided since.

She took many trips to Canada to see her family and they spent many winters in Arizona. After her retirement she enjoyed golfing, gardening, baking, the Minnesota Twins, going to the Casino and spending time with her family and friends. Nora was a devoted Catholic and was a member of the alter society and spent many years volunteering at the St. Mary’s Mission Store in Dunseith.

Nora is survived by a daughter, Joan Johnson of Dunseith; sons Victor Tremblay of Weyburn, SK and Maurice Tremblay of Edmonton, AB; 24 grandchildren; many great-grandchildren; sisters, Lea Jalbert of CA, Theresa Groat, Marie-ange Gregoire both of SK, Francoise Roy and Gabrielle Donahue both of BC; brother, Eugene Casavant of BC

HOWARD ABRAHAMSON

Howard Abrahamson, age 87 of Dunseith, died Monday, March 25, 2013 in a Dunseith nursing home. Funeral services will be held on Saturday, March 30, 2013 at 11:00 A.M. in the Peace Lutheran Church in Dunseith. Burial will be in the spring at Little Prairie Cemetery of rural Dunseith. Visitation will be Friday beginning at 4:00 P.M. with a prayer service also at 4:00 P.M. in the Church.

Howard Abrahamson, a son of Martin and Sylvia (Price) Abrahamson, was born on July 13, 1925 on the family farm in the Turtle Mountains north of Dunseith. He attended the Carpenter Country School. On December 21, 1946 he was married to Maude Nerpel at the Presbyterian Parsonage in Rolla. After their marriage they began farming. In the winter of 1946 he worked at Yakama Valley trimming trees and laying block for a clinic at Soap Lake, WA. Howard returned home and has been farming ever since.

He was a member of the Church of the Brethren and was baptized on September 9, 1940 at Hooker Lake. Howard later became a member of the Peace Lutheran Church in Dunseith. He received the Rolette Conservation Award in 1979. In 1989 Howard received the Outstanding Agriculturalist Award. Howard was an officer on the Rolette County Weed Board for many years. He was a member of the Little Prairie Cemetery Board. Howard loved to hunt, making trips to Colorado to hunt Elk and retired from hunting in 2005. he also loved to fish taking many trips to Canada.

He is survived by his wife Maude of St. John; sons, Darrell Abrahamson and Thomas Abrahamson both of St. John; grandchildren, Jeffery Sinness, John Abrahamson, Justin Abrahamson, Sara Abrahamson, Cory Abrahamson, Tami Abrahamson, and Alex Abrahamson; 6 great-grandchildren; and a sister, Beulah Rush of Rolla

Ken Landsverk

 

Jan. 27, 1948-March 25, 2013

March 30, 2013

Ken Landsverk was born Milford “Kenneth” Landsverk on Jan. 27, 1948, in Bottineau, N.D., to Gertie and Nels Landsverk. He was one of 12 children. He passed away on March 25, 2013, in Salinas, Calif., at the age of 65 with family at his side.

For those privileged enough to have known Ken, you already know what an incredible man he was. People were drawn to him and his goodness. Never have we known anyone who was a man of his word, honest, kind, generous and a man with True Grit. Most of all Ken loved his family. We have been absolutely blessed to have had him as a husband, father and friend.

His life and legacy live on in the hearts of: his wife, Aggie Landsverk, of Salinas, Calif.; his children, Travis Landsverk, of Salinas, Heather Guerra, Paso Robles, Calif., Ruby Archuleta-Pitts, Pagosa Springs, Colo., Francine Speer, of Concord, Calif., Kimberly Herrera, of Texas; his numerous grandchildren; his brothers, Elwood, Minot, Bruce, Dunseith, Virgil, Minot, David, and Leland, both Bottineau; and sisters, Barbara Lawrence and Sharon Beckman, both Bottineau; and many nephews and nieces.

He was predeceased by his brothers, Arlen, Roger, and Darrel, and sister, Evelyn, and now joins them in heaven with his mom and dad.

We wish to thank Dr. Steve Petronijevic and his staff, Dr. Stampleman, the staff at Salinas Valley Memorial and the Visiting Nurses Association for the wonderful care they gave to Ken.

A rosary will be held on Thursday, April 4, 2013, at 7 p.m. at the Struve and Laporte Chapel, 41 West San Luis St., Salinas.

A memorial gathering will be held: Friday, April 5, 2013, at 10 a.m. at Madonna Del Sasso Church, 320 East Laurel Drive, Salinas. Please join us in celebrating the man who was so special to us.

Memorials: In lieu of flowers, please make donations in his memory to The American Lung Association in California. You can submit online or mail the online form to the American Lung Association in California, 424 Pendleton Way, Oakland, CA 94621; or call: (510) 638-5864. The online form can be found at www.lung.org/associations/states/california

/ways-to-donate/honor-a-loved-one/. Funeral arrangements by Struve and Laporte Funeral Home, Salinas. Online condolences

Robert Paulson Sr.

Jan. 22, 1942-March 28, 2013

March 31, 2013

Robert James Paulson Sr., the son of Hailey and Emma (Hiller) Paulson, was born on Jan. 22, 1942, in Rugby. He died at the age of 71 years on Thursday, March 28, 2013, at the Heart of America Medical Center in Rugby.

Robert was raised in the family farm home of his parents in Meyer Township, Pierce County, just east of Rugby and attended a country school near his home. He completed his education at Rugby High School. In April 1960, he was inducted into the U.S. Army and was stationed in South Korea until his honorable discharge on May 7, 1962. Following his discharge, he returned to the family farm to work with his father. He was united in marriage to Eva Eurich on July 16, 1963, at Peace Lutheran Church in Dunseith. Following their marriage, the couple made their home, raised their family and farmed the Paulson family farm in Meyer Township. In 2003, the couple retired from the farm and moved into Rugby.

Robert was a longtime member of the Meyer Township Board and the American Legion. He was a avid hunter and fisherman and enjoyed gardening and being with his family.

He is survived by: his wife of 49 years, Eva; four sons, Robert James Jr. (Laura) of Princeton, Minn., Jeffrey David of Golden Valley, Minn., Kris Lee (Wendy) of Spout Spring, Va., and Brian Gregg of Lansing, Mich.; four grandchildren, Anthony, Aaron, Courtney and Matthew Paulson; six great-grandchildren; one sister, Doreen Geibel of Longmont, Colo.; other relatives and friends.

He was preceded in death by one son in infancy; and his parents.

Funeral services: will be held Tuesday, April 2, at 11 a.m. at the First Lutheran Church in Rugby with spring burial in the Persilla Watts Cemetery, Rugby, and Pastor Brenda Burns of the Knox Community Church as officiate. Military honors will be accorded by the Clarence Larson American Legion Post # 23 Honor & Color Guard of Rugby and the North Dakota Military Funeral Honors Detail.

Visitation will be Monday from 5 until 7 p.m. with a time of prayer and sharing of memories beginning at 7 p.m. in the Anderson Funeral Home of Rugby. Visitation will continue on Tuesday for one hour prior to the time of services at the church.

Arrangements are with the Anderson Funeral Home of Rugby. An online registry is available at (www.funeralsbyanderson.com).

From Alaska

Seems to me like yesterday:—
Walkin’ down the beaten path,
Where the autumn aftermath
Glistened with the April wet,
Tryin’ to look green and yet
Kind of limp and lonesome lay.

Gettin’ long toward Easter time;
Days the city folks calls Lent,—
Little that we cared or spent
What they called it, prose or rhyme,
More than twenty years ago,—
Me and my old playmate Joe;
Back in dear old Yucatan
Township, where Root River ran.

What we cared fur was the wood
Filled with flowing maple sap,
And the bluff above the gap
Where the Mississippi’s flood,—
Floating many a steamboat craft,
Many a Chippewa forest raft,—
Met our boyish gaze and curled
Round the bend into the world.

Then the mill-pond and the dam;—
Spearing red horse in the race;
And below our swimming-place
Was a cave where Turkey Sam
Shot and killed a hungry bear—
Oftentimes we’d go and peer
In about the rocks and stones
Looking for dead Injuns’ bones
While our hearts felt awful queer.

But about them Easter eggs—
We had fixed it—Joe and I,—
Talked it over on the sly,
Makin’ tops and mumble-pegs;
Playin’ marble and high spy;—
Next time Easter day come round
We would know where eggs was found;
Many a jocund, boyish boast,
‘Bout the eggs we’d have to roast
Over in the poplar grove
Just this side of Knox’s cove—
Then there’d be a big surprise:—
When we’d from our hidden store
Bring our Easter eggs galore
How the folks would bug their eyes!

I remember ‘long in March,
Mild and early was the spring.
Say, how them old hens did sing!
How the folks for eggs would search.
Mother couldn’t understand—
Fed ‘em table scraps and meat —
Combs was red and slick and neat,
Cackle, and they’d kick the sand
Through their feathers with their feet.

Joe and I — we understood, —
Playin’ ’round the old barnyard,
Watched them old hens weasel hard
Tryin’ to hide away and brood;
Every secret cleft and nook, —
Underneath the horses’ stall,
High up on the smoke house wall,
Knowed ‘em better than a book; —
Out beside the pile o’ rails,
In the tool house by the nails, —
Where a hen could crawl or fly,
We went after, — Joe and I.

Then to make a hiding place,
In the corner of a stack,
Lay a weatherbeaten rack —
Crawled beneath it on our face
With a forked, crooked pole
Worked and twisted through the straw,
Roughest work I ever saw;
Made a long and narrow hole,
Then by twisting round and round,
Dug a nest close to the ground.

In it went our Easter eggs:
Many a time I hurt my back
Skoochin’ under that old rack,
Rusty nails would scratch my legs—
Still, as Easter time drew nigh,
Poked ‘em in there on the sly;—
One thing troubled us—old Nig
Our old Spanish topknot hen,
Disappeared, we couldn’t find,
Not a feather left behind
Just to show where she had been.

Last our Easter Sunday came—
Seems to me like yesterday,
In that old familiar path
With the autumn aftermath
Lying ’round like locks of hay:—
All the east was clouds of flame
Like that early Easter morn
When the Son, of woman born,
Rose and rolled the stone away.—
Bright and early did we creep
Underneath that beaten rack,
Scratched our legs and punched our back,
Reached in for them eggs, when “cheep,”
“Cheep, cheep, cheep” and “cluck, cluck, cluck”
And Joe says “Dog on our luck,
“Ef it haint that old black hen,
‘Ef she ain’t a’gone and ben
”Just a settin’ with her legs
“Straddled on our Easter eggs,
“An’ what’s more—it beats the dickens
“Half them Easter eggs is chickens.”

From “Poems And Sketches Of Nebraska” By Addison Erwin Sheldon

 Thanks Tim

Larry